Obsessed scientist Dr. Roger Girard (a surprisingly sincere and subdued performance by Bruce Dern) grafts the head of vicious psychotic criminal Cass (robustly overplayed with cackling fiendish glee by Albert Cole) onto the hulking body of dim-witted handyman Danny (a sympathetic portrayal by John Bloom). The two-headed man escapes from Girard's lab and goes on a rampage.
Director Anthony M. Lanza, working from a goofy script by John Lawrence and James Gordon White, keeps the enjoyably inane story moving along at a zippy pace, treats the ridiculous premise with admirable seriousness (we even get a few touching moments of pathos amidst all the carnage), and stages the monster attack scenes as well as the rousing cave-in climax with flair. Moreover, the earnest acting by the committed cast keeps this movie humming: Pat Priest as Girard's neglected wife Linda (as a yummy extra treat, the comely Mrs. Priest is seen wearing a bikini at one point), Casey Kasem as concerned colleague Ken, Barry Kroeger as loyal assistant Max, Larry Vincent as Danny's stern dad Vincent, Jack Lester as a hard-nosed sheriff, and Gary Kent as a rough'n'tumble biker. John Barber's funky-grinding score hits the right-on groovy spot. A real schlocky hoot and a half.
Director Anthony M. Lanza, working from a goofy script by John Lawrence and James Gordon White, keeps the enjoyably inane story moving along at a zippy pace, treats the ridiculous premise with admirable seriousness (we even get a few touching moments of pathos amidst all the carnage), and stages the monster attack scenes as well as the rousing cave-in climax with flair. Moreover, the earnest acting by the committed cast keeps this movie humming: Pat Priest as Girard's neglected wife Linda (as a yummy extra treat, the comely Mrs. Priest is seen wearing a bikini at one point), Casey Kasem as concerned colleague Ken, Barry Kroeger as loyal assistant Max, Larry Vincent as Danny's stern dad Vincent, Jack Lester as a hard-nosed sheriff, and Gary Kent as a rough'n'tumble biker. John Barber's funky-grinding score hits the right-on groovy spot. A real schlocky hoot and a half.